Clothes. Had. To go. No finesse.

Once they were gone, however, he could return his attention to the aforementioned kissing her all over. All. Over.

And since his mouth was occupied... *I love you* Almost tinged with laughter, joyful. *I love the way you move. I love the way you look. I love the way you touch me. I love the way you smile. I love the way you growl, all playful. I love the way your eyes light up when you get an idea. I love your passion, your ferocity. I love the way you play* Though he probably means 'play with your victims,' as much as anything else. *I love the way you fight. I love the way you dance.*

Smiling, mouth against her skin. *I love you.*